cursed by mirriors
illusions in glass
never the same
never a change
in the tangled
web of we
starts to crack
the writing bleeds
we can never
take it back
cursed by mirriors
never the same
never a change
in the complex
web we spin
by Felicia Lujan
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Yesterday I posted a gym rant about focus. It seems that today I’ll be forced to eat my words. I have to admit that today was the first day in a really long time that my focus was a broken. Don’t get me wrong, I still put in a killer chest workout, but there was a guy in there that distracted me a little bit. It was a good distraction. This was actually worthy of my time and thoughts, because it wasn’t a shallow guy parading around in tiny shorts or a vain woman with her ass in the air.
Today was the first time I have ever seen a person with one arm working out. At first I had to give him a double or maybe even a triple take. He was on the other side of the gym being trained by a guy who looked like his twin brother. They were also working chest. By the time I was hitting my finishers, the duo had made their way to my side of the gym. There he was… sweating and pushing a 90 pound dumbbell with one arm. I stopped to watch.
I took the time to say a few words to him which I rarely do. “No excuses,” I said and he quickly responded, “nope. None!” I told him, “good job. That’s awesome!” He thanked me. It seemed like he liked hearing that. He was really working. His will and courage was beautiful. I worked hard on the cable crossovers, but my mind worked even harder. All of the sudden I felt very guilty because I had two arms. It somehow seemed unfair. Maybe it was because I was sure he lost that arm upholding my freedom.
Several thoughts ran through my mind… How does he feel in the gym? If they are twins, they must have an unexplainable connection like my brother and sister which is why his brother is helping him regain both mental and physical strength. Why do I take my body for granted? Where did this happen to him? Was he born this way? Was it a bomb? What happened to him? I almost asked him, but I realized he comes here like me… to be nothing but strong and shut that other world out.
He was a young, decent looking guy with one arm and heart so bright it burned. I give respect to people like him because he deserves it. It is people like him who are true champions… all bodybuilding competitions aside. He deserved the 2015 Mr. Olympia trophy. I’m sure he was a veteran. I wanted to thank him for his service, but I didn’t. For about half an hour, I felt really sorry for him. I felt sorry for him until I realized that he has more strength and power than I will ever have no matter how hard I train.
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TRUE STORY in my gym lately… Yes. I realize these are run on sentences, but what can I say? This rant is a damn mouthful. It’s the ultimate test of my level of focus to know I kill it in there despite all of this…
💪•Ultra bright flashes from high powered lenses on Nikons being shot off by mediocre photographers attempting to blind you every other second as they shoot 90% less than professional bodybuilders in “action.”
💪•Clowns doing funny shit like hyper, quarter repping like it ain’t nobody’s business, but thinking they are half repping which also sucks even though they say there is “scientific proof” that half repping works (must have been a half repper that said that).
💪•Ridiculously… seriously ridiculous fuckin’ chatter boxes habitually working the gym floor while interrupting everyone’s workouts and using the gym as an opportunity to chit chat, network and to talk about shitty ass bullshit.
💪•Dorks in teensy, tiny, tight spandex shorts (I just threw up a little bit in my mouth~ put some clothes on~ guys please… that’s not hot) who keeping trying to convince themselves they look like Flex Wheeler, “the Sultan of Symmetry,” when he was 10.
💪•Every single, stinkin’ damn person training the same exact body part as you (of course~ no matter how many times you switch your workout up) though what they really need to be doing is getting the hell out of your way fast and taking their sad ass workout with them.
💪•A straight UFC style, yet hybrid gangsta approach to training in the gym where everyone wants to kick everyone else’s ass bad, choke them out hard, and then knock them out stone cold with an extremely deadly flying roundhouse to the head.
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It was a good day in the gym today. One of the personal trainers brought me this thoughtful little gift basket his wife made me as a thank you. She works out at Mandrill’s Gym too. We invited several people from the gym to our UFC 193 fight party last weekend. Christina made me a gift basket with a bottle of wine, a candle, a pumpkin loaf and some “Holly Holmgirl Oatmeal Cookies.” I loved it and they are filled with healthy stuff and they are delicious!!! Thoughtful people rock ha?!
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Gotta love how my fellow New Mexican kneeled with true injury etiquette when she knocked out Rousey last weekend. She’s the UFC Trap Queen. Her traps are lookin’ straight fire! She developed those impressive homegrownz in a year. Looks like heavy barbell and incline dumbbell shrugs +facepulls to me. The trap… still my all time favorite, sexy muscle. Hit those shrugs boys!!
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